"Hey! What's the matter, sugah?'' Sandra nearly fell on her face as Barbara pulled her toward the door to the street. "You said le's dance ... you didn' say anything about shackin' up!"
Barbara fought the urge to slap the girl down on the floor then and there. But she only cursed herself for having been so gullible. The girl was a cheap little tramp, a schizophrenic wanton like herself who con relatives and friends alike into believing she was an average square in the four-sided hole of normal society.
"Hey! You goddam muvva!" Rosita was hot after them, knocking down two limp wristed fairies on her way to the door. "Whatchoo gon' do with 'at damn touris' broad. You gonna make it with ME!"
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